The house slept restlessly. Lights dimmed. Rooms quiet. Even the breeze through the hallway windows moved slower, as though the building itself was holding its breath. Maddie stood by her vanity, brushing her hair with slow, meditative strokes. The pale…
The formal dinner was over. The staff had left. The scent of roasted shallots and expensive wine lingered in the air, mingling with leather and musk. Tyrone’s penthouse lights had dimmed—everything now bathed in a low amber glow. The windows…
Let me make something very clear, panty boy:You don’t get to be a sissy without rules. You don’t get to wear my panties, my lipstick, or call yourself anything close to pretty—until you’ve earned it. Until you’ve submitted to it.…
Evening — Tyrone’s Private Dining Room Tyrone’s penthouse dining room was dark and sumptuous: a long ebony table set for four, candlelight flickering off black marble and crystal. The walls were matte obsidian, and the city’s lights shimmered through narrow…
The sun was setting behind the pines, casting golden light across the estate, the kind of late-afternoon haze that made everything feel cinematic—slow, luxurious, charged. Maddie stood barefoot on the balcony in nothing but a slate-gray silk robe, loosely knotted, hair…
The house slept restlessly. Lights dimmed. Rooms quiet. Even the breeze through the hallway windows moved slower, as though the building itself was holding its breath. Maddie stood by her vanity, brushing her hair with slow, meditative strokes. The pale…
The formal dinner was over. The staff had left. The scent of roasted shallots and expensive wine lingered in the air, mingling with leather and musk. Tyrone’s penthouse lights had dimmed—everything now bathed in a low amber glow. The windows…
Let me make something very clear, panty boy:You don’t get to be a sissy without rules. You don’t get to wear my panties, my lipstick, or call yourself anything close to pretty—until you’ve earned it. Until you’ve submitted to it.…
Evening — Tyrone’s Private Dining Room Tyrone’s penthouse dining room was dark and sumptuous: a long ebony table set for four, candlelight flickering off black marble and crystal. The walls were matte obsidian, and the city’s lights shimmered through narrow…
The sun was setting behind the pines, casting golden light across the estate, the kind of late-afternoon haze that made everything feel cinematic—slow, luxurious, charged. Maddie stood barefoot on the balcony in nothing but a slate-gray silk robe, loosely knotted, hair…